April 29, 2009

April 27, 2009

Folly Beach. You wake up at daybreak, make a pot of coffee, take a cup and a chair down to the beach to watch the sun come up. Then, when you get there, you go "Wow!" and run back to get the camera and the tripod.

April 19, 2009

April 16, 2009

April 12, 2009

April 10, 2009

April 7, 2009

OK, so we're leaving this bar on Friday night. Saturday morning. At maybe 1:00 AM. We're walking to the car. The path leads behind The Warehouse Theatre. There's a crowd of people, and a couple of guys on the loading dock are playing gypsy music on fiddle and guitar. And then young people, in skimpy outfits, proceed to start performing—dancing—with things that are, like, on fire.

It's way cool. I have no idea what it was all about. Planned? Spontaneous? Who knows. Luckily, I had the old point-and-shoot on my hip.